The Diary Ecca

The Part 35

...In My Heart...

"Where is he?" worry has possessed me.

"Well, maybe he went to his grandmother's house but kok tumben didn't say no news".

But suddenly there's a Sms coming in from David. I smiled very brightly, long life was new people thought it was nongol, hhh in SMS he said...

"Ati-ati yes, take care not to be careless, do not macem-macem..don't forget to pray!!" The message is in SMS.

"Yes my neighbor is kind!!" Short reply.

Even though I did not meet directly I was relieved he called me even though only by SMS. The sample on campus turned out to be very rame, as much as they want to camp, if they go to college only in the late stages if the problem of ginian on a spigot, Deva Devi was also sampe from earlier.

"A long time ago?" Ask Devi

"Hhhhhhhhhhh" I replied.

"Ok, guys, asalamualaikum warohmatullalhi wabarokatu!!"

"Waalaikum salam warohmatulli waborkatu"

"Good morning, everybody!"

ooooo

Distance can sometimes make a stranger, making a person distrustful of the power of love. The same cross you are, but you have not found a figure of His choice.

For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, right?. And so with silence. Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.

Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone.

My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with melodunya like a melody that struck the heart.

The clock's needle kept ticking towards the infinite axis with a full turn I kept asking myself, today whether it will be better than the days before or it will even give me a flurry of money actually leads me to the fear of starting a change.

"Morning!"

"Before we start our journey and activities it would be nice let us both pray do'a so that our activities can run smoothly and bring benefits to us"

"Amen!"

"Pray, begin!" fikri's voice guided us.

We also went silent to ask for His blessing and prayer.

"Agreed!"

"Okay, please tidy up your belongings and get on each other's buses!" Exclaims.

We broke up, got on each other's buses and I happened to be one sister to Fikri. As Deva Devi expected, I sat on the right side of the same row as the driver exactly in the 5th row.

I choose to sit in the window so I can see around, I sit with Deva fortunately just the seat is wide, so even though he is not so narrow, good also if you sleepy can make a pillow hh.

Devi sat next to us with Anton temen one of our majors, very suitable for both people because they are both alay and chatty as well.

Along the way on the bus, his muter conductor pack mp3 smelled of all the songs so drowsy, the others seemed to enjoy them on singing, probably according to their mood, so drowsiness, instead of bosen I just heard mp3 myself, I put the phone of the daughter dech cheerful songs, while looking at the road we passed.

Suddenly I heard the acoustic music played with David yesterday, I saw in my mp3 novels thanks to your smile novels are unique, but the feeling I never brain-tinked ni mp3, but I never, let alone add to the song why suddenly there is this song.

Yes alas, I lived every thread of his passages that made me remember David together with him, laughing with him, maybe because of the late horn until I overslept Deva sleep.

I do not lyric si only I feel aja males want to open my eyes, but it feels different yes a bit kerasan not as thick as Deva body usually, maybe just my feelings.

I continued my sleep as I hugged the hand of Deva I was holding without opening my eyes.

"Ca...Come on, wake up here!" Exclaims.

Deva's faint voice slightly tried to open her eyes to look at the front bench which made me wide.

Devi Devi is in front of me who am I holding? soon I turned to the more surprised it turned out that from earlier I made a pillow that Fikri's feet, hem can imagine how shocked and embarrassed I was, but he just smiles seeing me who was confused again.

Some feelings don't want to be perpetuated. They just want to be tucked away and released at a good time. No, not because the word while it's fun, the fact is, the short one will never be worth it.

Not because the word forever sounds impossible, actually nothing can happen on earth, if you ask why, actually I do not know.

I'm not a feeling. I was only in the body of a woman who every step of the way faced feelings. And honestly not tasty, boring, easy to be happy, easy to be disappointed, easy to be sad, but also easy to forgive.

Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. Is that a voice, sweetheart?

How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves. Shedding deep wounds like shakes that come and go. Lightning and thunder were not weary of soaring in the sky.

The dark shadow of the forest entered my eyes like a ghost. And the whimpering wind was like pushing a million questions I don't know what the answer is, "Are you thinking about me now too?"

The late I was on my own trip. Counting steps, in the foggy middle of the night and silent deserted roads. Pursue the somber figure of the moon that dissolves in the rain dance. Faintly pale his face shivered alone. And the voice was still heard, calling out from a distance. Unrelenting, calling my name. 

You radiate your happiness from hidden springs. Like when the sea tides under the gentle gaze of the sun brings indescribable joy.

ooooo